Dating Contract

CHAPTER 201: A GRIPPING NIGHT IN THE WOODS

THE TEST... THE TEST...

The smell of the ground immediately wafted along with the increasingly tight droplets falling biting the face.

Eyes narrowed and blinked many times, the rain did not allow me to breathe and open my eyes, I scooped water on my face, forcing me to look around in the middle of my stiff neck. Everywhere was filled with towering thickets, all the land covered with short plants until the ground was barely visible. Some were filled with dreadful dense-looking thorns. Oh the tree.

Sharp threads of rainwater irritated all my wounds, agonizing with a burning pungent taste. Clothes have been dirtied the ground began to fade so fast, clothes torn elongated, some holes hit by thorns or twigs, how bad I am.

I just realized if the rain water could be this cold. The smell of rotten grass mixed with wet soil disrupts the prescriber .

Misty and cloudy, the sky that was dark gray was increasingly turning black, the night was no more than a quarter of an hour. However, it was gripping, peering at the tall trees, the more dizzy it was to see it as if I was sucked into the dimension of darkness. The water slid incriminately under my back.

The wind was quite strong shaking the branch from the old tree, above. The branch was long like a cherleader hand waving leaves.

Not to mention, pre-deck voice, bough. The crackling of wet foliage is racing with, the hissing of the wind. Will it break and hit me?

Tears of horror mixed with avalanches of rain as I thought, How could I be so stupid?

If I die, how can I bring Vino back?

I snorted despair in the closed, perhaps closing my eyes to the best thing at the moment. And trying to think if I was taking a shower under the shower, but this was very gripping, the braids were as if they were obeying me.

Oh what kind of mother, I'm so useless. Even for my son. I should have asked Vino first. Why did I run away. They're not going to mess with a baby.

I have to go back or at least infiltrate there to find out where Vino is.

My son Mother misses you.

Skin scuffs torn by rain. And I was burning because of it. It was as if the wound was opening wider.

Why is there no shelter in this place, at least under a tree.

Even I felt a pain in my face, I believe it did not escape the blisters.

It should be under the rain tree is not this sharp, what rain carried by the wind until it came to smack and stab me. It was as if nature was very angry with me.

I opened my eyes, tried to get up, to no avail. Right now my waist is like a straight board that is hard to bend, my back is numb. I think the stiffness in my back will last a few hours. Then my body tilted to the right reducing the stub attack, at the end of the rest of my energy.

My scuffed stomach stuck to a tree. The tree that is not visible at the base, it seems like this has been buried in the ground for a long time, whether this area is also prone to landslides. My eyes are shaking deeply. I want to end this pain...

The flow of cold water from behind me was increasingly pounding and punching my back. So clear, I noticed a murky water slide away from me and down there, to a lower place. Is that a ravine? it was covered in a dark tall bush.

The flow passed through my right cheek, and flowed under my ear until my ear was a little clogged with water. I felt rough grains of sand and water-borne soil through the cracks of my neck. I think this is the end of my life.

I've heard when it rains, snakes come out of the leng to save themselves, slither and find a place. Are they gonna pass through here.

Hikh. Nope. I was more precisely screaming.

My God is not strong. But strong hope in me, please take care of me. I want to see my children, at least for the last time, if not for long.

And if I'm still given time. I promise to live better. I promise I will never be angry and complain again if I survive. Help me, Lord, I want to see them now for at least in my memory, convey my longing to them

I remember all my children, their faces. Richie, Alen's father, Rumi's mother, Johan, they're plastered clearly in my memory, his smile, his anger.

Even my father said when I was a child, I suddenly remembered him and in the smallest scope of words. I moaned, hiccuped for a whimper.

"Father, hands," I pointed at the seepage of fluid from his large hard shoulder.

"Son, here, I'm painting a toy. I hid the paint under my skin. And now I'm gonna shut it down." Dad ripped the cloth with a knife, somehow, he had tied it with one hand and the help of his teeth. When I grew up I understood it was blood, my father was hurt.

"Dad, why don't we go home?"

"We're playing, houses. It's just that the house is bigger, it's called a forest, remember yes, a forest" Dad pulled me into his lap.

"That many great trees" the father pointed at the trees around. "and there was no house. Understood?" and I just nodded because I didn't understand at the time.

"Son, if you're stuck in the woods, stay calm." Dad put me on a pile of leaves. He moved the logs.

"Father will do magic, you see this is the name of the stone," the father asserted holding two stones, even it seems that the stone was as big as his tiny hand at that time.

And the magic turned into fire.

"When you're in the woods, you have to do this magic before dark comes." Dad leaned over and continued to blow into the color grains like a wide-spreading fireworks. It turned into a fireball.

"Magic magic! great dad!" I scattered and father held my body that almost fell into the fireball.

"Don't get too close, danger son," the father said in a deep voice.

I was very small. I don't even remember why you took me to the woods.

My teeth were grinding much louder than the sound of rain. I shivered violently, the moans grew louder, the mist descended, the light of the sky became more and more invisible.

"Son, let us not lose hope. We're gonna hold on. And then we need to stay calm. We must have the courage that we can live even without anyone" said the father in memory.

My jaw muscles could not resist the cold and gurgling teeth rained down on me.

Bad thoughts are rampant. The rain has stopped. The sound of frogs, insects, the sound of residual water droplets from trees. I can't see anything. There are no stars and no moon in the sky. The night was terrible!

Fathering...

It was like I was facing death. I never thought I'd have such a bad day, alone.

My bad thoughts are really screaming at me. That people will look for me, and they will find me, already in a state, lifeless.

They're gonna cry over my body and, uh, my grave for a few days. And then, years change, will forget me. Or even, I will never be found...

But, are they really, going to look for me?

But I do believe Dad will be looking for me. So did uncle Pedro. They love me so much, with their lives.

"Son, don't lose your hope. Calm. Calm down." the father's words gouged out my brain and danced to be my only strength.

I'm in great gear, my anxiety is rising. For whatever reason I am between life and death.

I just shiver. Maybe I started hallucinating. I felt from every direction someone was looking at me sharply. I opened my eyes and couldn't see anything! but I feel like they are watching.

I couldn't breathe, my hair bristled, it even seemed like my entire skin bristled on my wet body!

It was .. I was like among other dimensions, my body like it was expanding and deflating in fear. It is difficult to explain how gripping it is, every animal sound, the crackling of leaves, and the crackling of branches.

A voice passed behind me, among the grass. My sense of hearing became sensitive.

Rippling in the back, something slithered, please don't come any closer!!

I trembled so much that my teeth were gritted that I wanted to be silent, and bite my inner cheek hard, the metallic taste strong, I swallowed my own blood.

I don't understand under there a red eye,

whahuh?

who stepped on the grass twigs and began to get closer to me. Oh God! give me a fainting! I don't want to see this. And the body doesn't work at my command, I'm more aware. I scratched my thigh out of fear, my nape was bitten by my fear and was getting goosebumps into my ears and face.

Please ... whoever comes is a living person .. who is truly a pure human breathing! Please ...